Weekend Recap

Well the wedding went off without a hitch on Sunday. It was a cooler day than the previous Sunday and I was glad for the bride and groom. Nice couple and I wish them well in their new life together. After the wedding I was invited to a parishioners house for a little end of the summer cook out. It nice to be able to go and socialize with the parishioners. You see them on such a different level and they sometimes are more relaxed.

Yesterday was labor day here in the US and I chose not to do any labor. That is not really true as laundry needed to be done as well as cleaning out the spare room in the rectory. It is funny how fast a room can get trashed if you keep the door closed. I think there are gremlins that go in there and mess the place up. I guess I have started my fall cleaning a little early.

Next Sunday I hope to get back on track with the recorded homilies and then podcasting. I guess that means I need to do some better preparation. Fr. Greg and I are supposed to start again as well. Perhaps we can get on a better schedule then we have been on. Many events coming up here in the parish and I will write about them as time gets closer.

1 September ~ St. Giles

An Abbot, said to have been born of illustrious Athenian parentage about the middle of the seventh century. Early in life he devoted himself exclusively to spiritual things, but, finding his noble birth and high repute for sanctity in his native land an obstacle to his perfection, he passed over to Gaul, where he established himself first in a wilderness near the mouth of the Rhone and later by the River Gard. But here again the fame of his sanctity drew multitudes to him, so he withdrew to a dense forest near Nîmes, where in the greatest solitude he spent many years, his sole companion being a hind. This last retreat was finally discovered by the king’s hunters, who had pursued the hind to its place of refuge. The king [who according to the legend was Wamba (or Flavius?), King of the Visigoths, but who must have been a Frank, since the Franks had expelled the Visigoths from the neighbourhood of Nîmes almost a century and a half earlier] conceived a high esteem for solitary, and would have heaped every honour upon him; but the humility of the saint was proof against all temptations. He consented, however, to receive thenceforth some disciples, and built a monastery in his valley, which he placed under the rule of St. Benedict. Here he died in the early part of the eighth century, with the highest repute for sanctity and miracles.

His cult spread rapidly far and wide throughout Europe in the Middle Ages, as is witnessed by the numberless churches and monasteries dedicated to him in France, Germany, Poland, Hungary, and the British Isles; by the numerous manuscripts in prose and verse commemorating his virtues and miracles; and especially by the vast concourse of pilgrims who from all Europe flocked to his shrine. In 1562 the relics of the saint were secretly transferred to Toulouse to save them from the hideous excesses of the Huguenots who were then ravaging France, and the pilgrimage in consequence declined. With the restoration of a great part of the relics to the church of St. Giles in 1862, and the discovery of his former tomb there in 1865, the pilgrimages have recommenced. Besides the city of St-Gilles, which sprang up around the abbey, nineteen other cities bear his name, St-Gilles, Toulouse, and a multitude of French cities, Antwerp, Bridges, and Tournai in Belgium, Cologne and Bamberg, in Germany, Prague and Gran in Austria-Hungary, Rome and Bologna in Italy, possess celebrated relics of St. Giles. In medieval art he is a frequent subject, being always depicted with his symbol, the hind. His feast is kept on 1 September. On this day there are also commemorated another St. Giles, an Italian hermit of the tenth century (Acta SS., XLI, 305), and a Blessed Giles, d. about 1203, a Cistercian abbot of Castaneda in the Diocese of Astorga, Spain (op. cit. XLI, 308).

2 Die in Boston Fire

Last night the City of Boston lost two of it’s bravest. Two Boston firefighters lost their lives in a four alarm fire in the West Roxbury section of the city. Paul J. Cahill, 55, of Scituate and Warren J. Payne, 53, of Canton lost their lives.
Once again we are reminded of people who place themselves in harms way to keep the rest of us safe. Next time you drive by a fire house and see they men and women sitting outside toot your horn and wave or maybe stop in and say thank you for what they do. We hope we never need them but when we do we are glad they are there.

Greek Fires

Word has reached the Village that my friend and fellow IOCC Comrade Fr. Angelo will be leaving the US on Thursday to head to Greece to aid the workers fighting the fire there. These have been devastating fires that have taken the lives of more than 60 people. Fr. Angelo told me last night that some of the fires look like they were set. Let us pray for Fr. Angelo and all of those fighting fires today, and everyday. If I hear more news I will post it.

Sunday Happenings

As I mentioned in a previous post, I have a baptism today after Liturgy. Baptisms are always fun and filled with all sorts of things they don’t teach you about in seminary. For example, if baptizing a boy face him away from you when you take him out of the water or… So it is things like that to look forward too.
Yesterday it hit 90 degrees here. That was not so bad except for the humidity. I have not been to the church yet this morning but I can only imagine what the temperature is in there. I am planning on a short meditation in place of my homily today as the heat will be getting to everyone. They are not comforted by my usual, “it is much better to be hot here then hereafter.” I don’t understand why they don’t like that.
I traveled to North Kingston, RI yesterday to attend the Rhode Island Military Vehicle Collectors Club Show held at the Quonset Air Museum. If you are in Southern New England and looking for something to do drop in on them for a little air history. I did not stay long as all of the exhibits were outside and I do not do well in the heat. So I came back to the Village and wrote some letters and got ready for today.
Happy Sunday all.

23 August ~ St. Ebba

St. Ebba (in English St. Tabbs) Virgin & Abbess August 25, A.D. 683 She was sister to St. Oswald and Oswi, kings of the Northumbers, and, assisted by the liberality of the latter, founded a nunnery upon the Darwent, in the bishopric of Durham, called from her Ebchester; also a double separate monastery at Coldingham in the marshes, now in Scotland, below Berwick. This latter house of nuns she governed herself till she was called to eternal bliss in 683.

Silence

A good friend from California e-mailed me yesterday to remind me that I had not posted for six days and was I okay or away or something. Well here I am still here and toiling in the fields. This has been a busy week with parish meetings and the like. With the fall of the year fast approaching the meeting season begins again. Monday night we had a very productive parish council meeting and last night the religious education committee met and we planned the first half of the year. Good to have that done.
Sunday we have a baptism. That will be the first one in maybe a year and a half. I need to brush up on the rubrics of this one so I don’t drown the kid. That would not be good. We had planned it for some months ago but the God Mother was sick and we wanted to wait until she got better. Praise the Lord she did.
Next week I have a wedding. Now this is no small miracle here. I have only done one before and that was right after I came here. If you are familiar at all with the Orthodox Wedding service you know how involved it is. Crowns, movements, singing, incense, and all that stuff. I need to read up on that as well.
Yesterday I had the guys from the fire house bring the big ladder truck to try and remove the cross on the front of the church. It has been up there for years and needs some restoration work done. Well up they went, we did not have the right tools, and then… the alarm sounded and they had to go. So we will try again. I had my camera but did not have time to take any snaps. Next time for sure.
My Cantor has been away and we have had some subs in. They did a good job, but it will be nice to have him back and get back to a routine. He was visiting family in Romania so I await stories of his trip home. Maybe he brought me something nice. A new set of vestments perhaps?
So today I am blessing a new house. Before that lunch with an old friend and tonight a meeting at the Fire House.
I better get started…

Russian Church to Annually Honor early British Saints.

MOSCOW. Aug 21 (Interfax) – The Holy Synod of the Russian Orthodox Church instituted a holiday to honor Christians who lived on the islands of Great Britain and Ireland and were canonized before the 1054 schism that divided Christendom into the Western Catholic and Eastern Orthodox churches.
The holiday will be an annual event observed on the third Sunday after Pentecost in the Julian Calendar.
The Synod, which met on Tuesday, also ordered that these saints’ names be included in the Menology after their Christian exploits have been studied.
The Synod’s decision follows an appeal of March 3, 2007, in which the diocese of Sourozh, a Russian Orthodox Church diocese having the islands of Great Britain and Ireland for its territory, asked the head of the Russian Orthodox Church, Patriarch Alexy II, and its Holy Synod to institute a holiday for pre-1054 British and Irish saints.
A tip of my Skoufia to Fr. Joseph for this informaiton.

16 August ~ St. Roch

Born at Montpellier towards 1295; died 1327. His father was governor of that city. At his birth St. Roch is said to have been found miraculously marked on the breast with a red cross. Deprived of his parents when about twenty years old, he distributed his fortune among the poor, handed over to his uncle the government of Montpellier, and in the disguise of a mendicant pilgrim, set out for Italy, but stopped at Aquapendente, which was stricken by the plague, and devoted himself to the plague-stricken, curing them with the sign of the cross. He next visited Cesena and other neighbouring cities and then Rome. Everywhere the terrible scourge disappeared before his miraculous power. He visited Mantua, Modena, Parma, and other cities with the same results. At Piacenza, he himself was stricken with the plague. He withdrew to a hut in the neighbouring forest, where his wants were supplied by a gentleman named Gothard, who by a miracle learned the place of his retreat. After his recovery Roch returned to France. Arriving at Montpellier and refusing to disclose his identity, he was taken for a spy in the disguise of a pilgrim, and cast into prison by order of the governor, — his own uncle, some writers say, — where five years later he died. The miraculous cross on his breast as well as a document found in his possession now served for his identification. He was accordingly given a public funeral, and numerous miracles attested his sanctity.

In 1414, during the Council of Constance, the plague having broken out in that city, the Fathers of the Council ordered public prayers and processions in honour of the saint, and immediately the plague ceased. His relics, according to Wadding, were carried furtively to Venice in 1485, where they are still venerated. It is commonly held that he belonged to the Third Order of St. Francis; but it cannot be proved. Wadding leaves it an open question. Urban VIII approved the ecclesiastical office to be recited on his feast (16 August). Paul III instituted a confraternity, under the invocation of the saint, to have charge of the church and hospital erected during the pontificate of Alexander VI. The confraternity increased so rapidly that Paul IV raised it to an archconfraternity, with powers to aggregate similar confraternities of St. Roch. It was given a cardinal-protector, and a prelate of high rank was to be its immediate superior (see Reg. et Const. Societatis S. Rochi). Various favours have been bestowed on it by Pius IV (C. Regimini, 7 March, 1561), by Gregory XIII (C. dated 5 January, 1577), by Gregory XIV (C. Paternar. pont., 7 March, 1591), and by other pontiffs. It still flourishes.

(From the Catholic Encyclopedia)

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